Mycroft hooked his umbrella over his arm. The tedium of daily life… how painful. Inspecting weapons defense designs was hardly his area of expertise, though it hadn’t taken him long to catch up on the requisite material over an extended breakfast. Weapons inspection, however, was not the primary reason for his visit. It would seem as if there were a few… undesirables within their ranks, leaking plans and sharing intelligence. It was Mycroft’s job to weed them out.
Straightening his suit jacket, he stepped towards the building’s entrance, a small entourage of business dressed officers and a handful of legitimate officials. The visit would seem authentic with them around, though Mycroft did not enjoy their company. Even the most intelligent of them hardly had anything intellectually stimulating to say, and all were quite sadly predictable.
They were met at the door by the government liaison, a bright young man who clearly had not anticipated the requirements of his job before accepting and was now stuck in a very disappointing dead-end position. How unfortunate for the young man. He led them through the building, down brightly lit hallways. past cubicles and offices where the plebeians ground away at their daily workload, to pause before a room with blueprints laid out in neat rows across several tables.
Mycroft stepped into the room behind the young man and took in the situation. A young woman, Abigail if Mycroft’s memory of the personel files was correct, bent over one of the tables, adding last minute changes to one of the blueprints while a very smug man stood with his colleagues, watching her work with sadistic amusement.
"I do hope those revisions have been peer reviewed," he said, moving out of the doorway to allow others to enter the room.
Her older co-workers were lucky that Abigail was very talented in her field so she was able to cover their tracks of sloppy work. Many nights had been spent slaving away in her labs creating new ideas and software updates. Once an idea was in her head Abby had to run with it and get in on paper, once inspired she could work for hours without complaint or error. Her few rough alterations to the slacking work of the arrogant male made the piece better and added in two new features, that he could have clearly never come up with on his own.
Jolting upright at a voice Abigail backed off away from the work, she had no clue that there was something deeper behind this inspection. Other staff were confused to why there was even being one, it was such a rarity here, but from working in Korea Abby was used to it and the protocol that came with it, clearly some of the others didn't, as they looked as if they just rolled out of bed and continued to sip their disgusting canteen coffee. Watching as the new faces entered the room she took her place in the lineup towards the top. As head of this department it would be mandatory that she did most of the talking.
“Good Morning,” Abigail greeted pleasantly, “I’m Abigail.... Uh Dr. Hooper,” She never got used to referring to herself as Dr.Hooper but the title came with her qualifications. “I’m head of the weapons and software design and manufacturing for the British military services. The following work displayed is our most recent designs, prototypes have not yet been created for these designs as they have all yet to be fully approved.” When she had asked around what she should say to these ‘inspectors’ most didn't have an answer for her, others told her it was simple, show them what their funding was going too, they didn't have to deal with the financial part, that wasn't their area. “Is there any questions on the pieces or anything so far?”
